he’s a picture perfect image of absolutely exhausted , standing with a hand pressed against his temple and yawning every two seconds. yet he’s not so exhausted that he misses out on a day of work and when he sees someone approach him , from his peripheral vision , he’s quick to pluck out the coffee that they’re holding , taking a sip and giving them a vaguely ( but not quite fully ) apologetic look. “ sorry ㅡ worse hangover. it’s like satan’s sure he wants to keep on fucking me over. ” he offers an excuse , sure , an awful one at that , but an excuse nonetheless. “ you know , ” he continues , “ you’d think that when i order roses for this one scene people would get that i mean white roses. but no , they’ve sent bouquets of red roses and how the fuck am i supposed to send all of them back ? christ . now not only does the studio look like they’re preparing for bloody valentine’s day instead of dramatic comeback , my headache’s also telling me to pass out in the back of a truck. ” he sighs, plucking out a bouquet of the said red roses and handing it over to the person. “ take it , maybe you can sell it and buy yourself another coffee. ”
it must’ve been a sight to see kass balancing ten tupperware containers on top of one another and succeeding. she found herself walking around the lot, looking for someone to give the treats to but it’s been five minutes with no luck. eventually, she saw someone. she wasn’t sure who they were but she immediately sparked a conversation with them. “ i swear, i’m like the girl in those math questions; kass accidentally bakes eighty cupcakes… ” she grew quiet trying to think of the rest of the equation and placed nine of the boxes on a the ground besides her. “ wait, i don’t know how the rest goes. basically, i accidentally made eighty cupcakes. please take this. ” she extended the tenth box to the other, giving them hopeful eyes.
he’s surprised , to say the least , upon being greeted with a girl carrying more boxes than she appears to want and a rather regretful look that makes eugene sure she didn’t intend to bake the number of cupcakes that had come out. he can’t remember seeing her around set too much , and settles for deciding she’s either one of the interns or just not a very organised baker and he puts his money on the former. though it’s with a slightly kinder expression that he settles for taking the box off her hands , fingers pulling out a single cupcake and examining it with careful eyes. “ i’m guessing you’re not one of the caterers here, right ? ” he asks , amused. “ well , kass , you’re awfully lucky i have a sweet tooth. how are you getting rid of the rest ? ”
aspen: hey, so i know you are probably busy and this is random
aspen: but i have a question..
aspen: what’s a “zaddy”, why do guys refer to themselves as one and what does it mean when a guy tells you he want to have you ..... "sit on his face" ???
aspen: i mean, won’t that be painful ? why will i do that ?
eugene: oh sweetie
eugene: according to urbandictionary.com a zaddy is 'the slang term for a really "handsome" guy who is very appealing and looks really fashionable'
eugene: in short, a zaddy is someone who wants to eat you out
they leaned against the black metal of their shark nosed bmw, unlit cigarette between fingers as they dig in their pocket for their lighter. the sun dipped behind the horizon and their lighter was nowhere to be found. a bitter smile that was more skeleton than person was painted on their face, a humorless laugh emitted as they put the cigarette back into it’s pack and slipped it into the pocket of their jacket. lip pushed themself off the car and turned around to look back at the studio’s building, seeing someone walking in their direction. “ if you don’t have a lighter, then i don’t want to hear it. ” their brother had called earlier that morning, throwing their entire day off with just one phone call. lip should’ve knew better than to answer, and usually they did, but they thought maybe this time it’d be good news. of course it wasn’t. of course. in haste and anger, they’d finished up their work, albeit sloppily, knowing that they’d have to redo it all tomorrow. their mind was too exhausted to think of tomorrow when there was already too much buzzing in their mind presently. a drink. they needed a drink. or SEVERAL.
a tiring day leaves him more on edge than usual , something akin to irritation that thrums away at the back of his mind but something that he doesn’t act on lest the remainders of the studio decide to set itself on fire. either way he knows he’s not the only one having a shitty day when he sees the equally exhausted members of set, dragging themselves around until he’s a juxtapose of dark blonde hair sticking out amongst walking , breathing zombies. eventually it all gets a little too much bates motel for him and he dips outside to get some of that necessary fresh air. however he finds the corners of his mouth turning down , much unwantedly , upon coming across a disgruntled looking and sounding lip. “ a little pessimistic for such a lovely day, no ? ” he asks them, an eyebrow arched, expression just barely tugging at displeased there. though it’s with a softer sort that eugene ruffles through his pockets, fingers closed around a lighter that he deftly pulls out to throw at the other. “ think fast ㅡ and don’t use it up, break it, burn it, whatever. ”
hi, i'm ten, i'm 17 and i never learned how to fucking read ! anyways as much as it sucks ( like, majorly ) to be in a gmt+0 timezone because not only is it snowing up to my knees right now, it’s also freezing, i’m actually super hyped to be here so this is my son eugene kwon who’s better known as ‘gene’ and countenance’s set designer. i have a tdlr here but if youre brave enough to read his whole messy bio, it’s over here. under the cut ive thrown in some bullet points facts abt eugene ( car accident tw, death tw ) so feel free to lmk if you want any major plots ! i’m p much here to be that hoe
eugene ‘gene’ kwon, 22, countenance’s set designer and makes damn sure that everybody within a five mile radius knows
kind of had a lonely childhood when he was born in busan, south korea and moved to america with his parents so he’s got a bilingual life going on. but they were super busy so he spent most of his time alone. daddy issues ? mommy issues ?? trust issues ??? it’s more likely than you think
was cherished in high school yadda yadda football player, grades near the top of class, extra art classes yadda yadda all that bullshit
got involved in a car accident after high school graduation, his best friend daniel who was p the only one that supported his designing career was the sole person who died in the accident while everyone else (including gene) got away with minor injuries
left him all bitter n shit, but still pushed through to take design and architecture in university and this is where he received an internship for a big company ! he started helping design kids’ tv shows and low cable dramas but eventually his talent started getting recognized and they let him design other high cable dramas
by the time he finished his internship at 21, he was well known in the designing field and lowkey gassed about it. refused offers from producers to design their tv shows but countenance is the first show he’s accepted designing for because he finds it lit
just livin it up in hollywood now, constantly looks stressed on sets and calls everyone out on their shit if he thinks theyre messing around too much
stereotypically, he always thinks everyones messing around
will try to stop a shoot just because he thinks there’s a flower petal out of place in the background shot. watch him
the interns are terrified as fuck of him ! but he has a soft spot for them tho because they ironically remind him of gene as a kiddie
